VIGILANTE

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VIGILANTE

My Mama got a Shotgun…

She felt there was a need.

The church had been molested…

The warning she did heed.

She lived out in the country-

Trouble she did not need.

The church had broken windows…

Who did this awful deed?

Once, she picked the flowers,

Before they went to seed…

And placed them on the gravestones –

That was her good deed.

So that the church, across the way,

Will never go to weed,

She will continue watching…

Vigilance is her creed.

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